Personal Narrative: Zacatecas

My Hispanic culture is exceedingly unique contrast to other cultures because we have countless of beliefs, holidays, lifestyles, etc. My world of Hispanic culture raised me to become an independent and determined person because being the first generation of a Hispanic family to attend college has my family beyond thrilled for me to put value to our heritage. Putting value in our heritage is a magnificent emotion because people anticipate Hispanics to fail; but, we prove them wrong when we accomplish our goals. The Hispanic culture’s strength is unbelievably astonishing because we are ambitious of our dreams and we don’t cease until we fulfill our wish. Including the Hispanic culture at University of Washington may open people’s mind that we

Would you say that life has any sense? Or Is there an answer for everything in life? Three years ago I was completely messed up about this. Gustavo Adolfo Parra Chassaigne that’s how my parents called me and I was born in Maracay a little city next to Venezuela’s capital, Caracas. I used to be the first student of all my high school, also one of the first in tennis of my state and everybody said that my family was “perfect”. So, What did happen to me?

Weslaco is the place where I grew up, I was raised here, I have friends here everything for me is here in Weslaco.

As we age, we gain a greater ability to understand and acquire knowledge about the world around us. This is a natural process that transpires throughout life. Often associated with the coming of age, the loss of innocence is a single or set of events that prompts a sudden realization or new perspective; this is a theme occurs in many literary works. The loss of innocence is a prominent theme in the short story “A&P,” portrayed in the main character Sammy.

My parents and I emigrated from Mexico when I was very young. I was born in Zapotlanejo, Jalisco, Mexico. There my father, my mother and I lived in a shaggy one bedroom brick shack that lacked all the common utilities we take for granted here. There was no electricity nor was there plumbing inside the house. During the night time we had to light up oil lamps only when absolutely necessary and everything that required water usage was done outside. When my parents discovered my mother was expecting another child they finally decide that was not the life they wanted for their children. They left behind

I live in a nice house with all of my familia , i have lots of brothers and sisters my dad has 11 kids in all but im the youngest girl so i live with all guys but it's not that bad. I have 3 dogs which are a pitbull, black lab, and a belgium melewa . Also i love basketball and football me and my brothers always play these sports.Another thing is that i love to cook i can cook lots of stuff like green chili, chicken on white,spaghetti,pincedegio,and pasta salad ,etc. . I love mexican music and rap music.

This question drove me back to high school. I attended a military school back from my home country, Ecuador, we only where surrounded by males. It was not difficult for me to cope, because I was in my comfort zone. However, I moved to New York City 10 years ago and I am still in the process of adaptation. I am still seeking to develop coping skills to adapt to my new environments, work, school, friends. Similar, I wanted to fit in and I seek for people that look, think and come from my same backgrounds. But, I did not give myself the opportunity to look for other friends. I even isolated myself. Once I started to give the chance to other people I got in trouble, because they want to use you, people want to take advantage of you one way or another,

As the first and only child in my family to attend college, I represent “Diversity”. My Hispanic heritage and culture has shaped my life by instilling the strong values and principles that Hispanic families and community’s share. Furthermore, my cultural roots have greatly influenced my current journey and have helped me learn and develop as a leader. The professional, academic, and career opportunities I am learning now is what sets me apart from everyone else, and I believe my strong leadership potential and commitment to my fellow peers are essential to becoming an innovative leader.

In the first place, 1930 was hard for most people even though I hadn’t experienced it but my family and I were one of the survivors that lived thanks to my father. My Father died during the dust bowl due to pneumonia. Since my father died my mom is a single parent so I have to go to school. I go to school with a trash bag and out of nowhere people start calling me names like mentally retarded, but I don't care because they are the rich kids here. A few have passed and I started to do things like work go to school and other stuff people do. During the time of school I had better grades than all the students in my class, but one thing that was hard and distracting was my teacher. Sometimes she’d get mad at other students then she would get mad

A memorable moment has been being a part of my cousins quinceñera. I was a dama and we had 3 different dances. It was memorable, because I got to meet a lot of different people. We danced to different genre of music. Being a part of her quinceñera was memorable because I got to meet a lot of people from different backgrounds. I felt very excited being a part of my cousins special day.

     Once my family and I arrived at our new house I was still very saddened because of the move and had trouble not getting mad at my parents. Summer went bye like it wasn’t even there and by the time school started I was very depressed. The new school I was going to was Naperville North High School which was about ten times the size of my old school in Pennsylvania in size and in the number of students. In my school in Pennsylvania there were about twelve students in each class, here the number runs around thirty two. The school building was so big I had a lot of trouble getting to class on time let alone finding them in the building. The school wasn’t what I was bothered by the most because it was the fact that I didn’t have any social life and I was a social person. There were a lot of different groups of people at my new high school, it was tough for me to fit in and meet new people. Everyone just knew me as the new kid and didn’t even bother to find out what my real name was. The first

cultured home, having nobody to ask for help due to the fact that my parents had not much

As a family of six I was raised on section 8, barely surviving on welfare. I shared beds and clothes with dreams of making it out of poverty, but with little guidance I was at risk of continuing this lifestyle for generations to come. My mother was always at work and my father was absent, which made me skip childhood and mature in order to become independent. I was never that child who had their mother sitting at the table telling them how to do their homework, but rather a child who stood on the table all day and night trying to teach myself. I knew from an early age that I wanted more in life than used clothes and a bike as transportation. I had the dream of attending college and becoming a doctor in philosophy.

The days and weeks that followed were unbelievable. It was just one of those times in life where you never think its going to end. Each day drags on and you wake up with the same feeling of bleakness every single morning. Although it was I hard, I still went to school and endured what I would now consider the hell of my high school life. When I walked down the hallways at school, I felt the endless stares and the feeling of nothing but lies surrounding me. I remember hearing my name at random times, where small groups of people thought I was out of ears distance. Not to say I enjoyed it, some of the things that people said I’d rather not hear anyone say about me EVER. I was looked upon like I was a disease that no one wanted anything to do with. I felt lonely, regretful, disgusted and cast out. Cast out of every part of high school, friends, family and even my teachers looked at me differently.

As a child, I had always been the outcast. I would find myself hiding in the bathroom during recess to avoid the embarrassment when kids wouldn’t let me play with them. I sat at a table at lunch with a group of kids who were rejected by the others as well. No one wanted me in their cliques. My peers would make fun of me because I had a speech impediment or because I was a lot taller and chunkier than the average fourth grader. Everyone avoided talking to me, unless it was to make fun of me. Teachers were my only friends which made people hate me even more, calling me the “teacher's pet”. I will admit I was a very awkward child, but regardless I was a child who felt abandoned and worthless. I didn’t look or talk how everyone else did and since I was different, I was rejected.